After observing him disbelievingly for a moment, I replied, “That won’t work for me because I really don’t want to fuck you, and besides, I’m ...ot fucking gay!”“What do you drink?” Freddy asked as if my comment had completely bypassed him.“Whiskey, why do you ask?” I replied frowning.“Well, if you beat me I’ll buy you a bottle of whiskey,” he suggested.“Okay, so whiskey it is, the winner gets a bottle of whiskey from the loser,” I concluded, hoping that the matter had been put to bed.“Oh no,. He pushed with all of his will, the rage and anger, the frustration and contempt, all of the petty urges and ill wishes of his life into the package. Spent and drained, he looked again at it. It remained untouched by the power.Wearied beyond caring, he set the package on a dolly and trundled it out to the truck that served the route of the addressee. He returned to his desk, lit a forbidden cigarette, and drank the last of his stale coffee.The morning shift found his lifeless body holding the. ”“And how did it happen?”“I don’t know ... He just said his parents got pissed on by somebody.”“I assume it was a man.”“You never know.”“It was so clotted with people that the pisser probably couldn’t reach a bathroom, was stupid drunk, I’d guess.”“It was New Year’s Eve...”“I wonder how it went down. Did the guy whip it out and start shooting, like a deranged killer, wantonly spraying down everyone?”“And packed in like sardines, there’d be nowhere to escape. You’d have to simply stand there and. I'm not sure why but when I felt someone pulling my shirt up, I let them and soon my bra was on the floor. I had to stand to get my shorts off and my panties were removed along with them. It was like I was in a trance of something and it felt more like I was watching what they were doing and not having it done to me.I didn't even know any of their names, and one got on the floor and began licking my pussy. No one had ever done that before and it felt great. The other two each found a nipple and.